for @sunoath.
Toril blushed above, the evening sky a seamless blend of warm pink and cool purple. The purple encroached from above, a steady wave primed to engulf, as the pink ebbed further and further towards the horizon. There was natural light, but only just. The world dimmed to muted shades of orange, the last gift thrust out by the descending sun.
Their ragtag troupe happened upon their camp later than they would’ve liked. It seemed logical to send two whom could peer amidst the swathes of the approaching darkness into the twilit forest to collect firewood—what else would darkvision be good for, if not this? There wasn’t much thought behind it when that finger pointed at both Nibiloor and Aurelien.
‘ We’ve yet to chat in-depth, ’ Nibiloor quipped, the words not scathing, simply matter-of-fact, as they pierced to the centre of the elf’s skull—heard by no one else, no matter how near or far. The illithid floated just above the rocks, the gnarled roots, the fallen leaves of the forest floor, toes barely skimming the ticklish verdant blades that bloomed intermittent green betwixt the shades of brown. Robes fluttered by unseen forces, trailing along behind her. ‘ Aurelien, wasn’t it? ’
